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 San Marino and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Jandek,
Rekid,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.