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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
MC5,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.