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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 MDC 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.