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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Oneida,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
The Busters,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.