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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.