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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.