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 Syria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Television,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.