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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.