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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.