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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.