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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.