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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Audionom,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.