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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.