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 Iceland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.