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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Nas,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.