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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.