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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scrapy to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.