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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.