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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
CMW,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Visage,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.