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 Ukraine and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.