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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 The Mummies to the jazz 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.