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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scion,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.