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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.