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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Iggy Pop,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.