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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.