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 Armenia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the techno 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Kayak,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.