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 Botswana and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
June Days,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.