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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.