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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Technova,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.