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 Oman and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.