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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Rakim,
X-101,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Gang Green,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.