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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.