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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.