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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.