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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
The Index,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.