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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Wire,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.