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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.