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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.