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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Cameo,
ABC,
Qualms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.