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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
ABC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chrome,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.