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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 AZ to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.