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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.