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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
AZ,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.