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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Index,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.