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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
UT,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.