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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.