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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Hoover,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Main Source,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.