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 Iran and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
DNA,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.