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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.