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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Gong,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.