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 Malta and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
ABC,
Quantec,
Slave,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.