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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.