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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.