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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.