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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.