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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Faust to the rock 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
Yellowson,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.