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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Wings,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.