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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell 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 grunge 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
X-102,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.