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 France and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Crime,
The Doors,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.