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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Monks 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.