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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.