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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
John Cale,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.