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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 AZ to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
the Germs,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.