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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.