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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Quadrant to the jazz 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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Quantec,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.