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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.