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 Brunei and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.