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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Sparks,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.