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 Papua New Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.