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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.