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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.