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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.