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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.