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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.