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 Libya 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.