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 Sudan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Smog,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.