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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Mission of Burma,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.