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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.