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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Darondo,
Kayak,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.