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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Faust,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.