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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.