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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
The Motions,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Fear,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
The Cure,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.