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 Germany and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Franke,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
the Swans,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.