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 Malaysia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.