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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.