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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.