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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Wire,
The Monks,
Audionom,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.