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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
X-102,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.