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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.