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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.