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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.