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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.