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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.