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 Iceland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.