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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.