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 Australia and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Roxy Music to the disco 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.