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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Andrew Hill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Traffic Nightmare,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.