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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flipper to the dance 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.