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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.