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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.