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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
The Star Department,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.