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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.