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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.