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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.