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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.