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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.