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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Index,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.