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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.