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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.