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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.