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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.