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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.