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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
DJ Style,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.