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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.