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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Charles Mingus,
Ohio Players,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.