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 Oman and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Simply Red,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.