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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
The Motions,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.