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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.