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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.