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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.