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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.