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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.