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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Japan,
the Germs,
Unwound,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.