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 Bangladesh and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Brick,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Albert Ayler,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.