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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.