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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.