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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
cv313,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.