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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.