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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
X-101,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.