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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.