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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.