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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Can,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Television,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.