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 Latvia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.