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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Lyres to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.