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 Benin and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.