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 Burundi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.