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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Can,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.