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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Ultravox,
Kayak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.