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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.