Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Babytalk,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Index,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.