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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.