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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
CMW,
Oneida,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.