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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Magma,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.