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 Malaysia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.