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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
The Victims,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.