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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.