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 Switzerland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pole,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.