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 Iraq and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
World's Most,
X-102,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.