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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.