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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.