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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
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 Ituana to the techno 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.