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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Neu!,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
MDC,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.