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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.