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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Monks,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.