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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.