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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
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 rhodes 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.