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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.