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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 cv313 to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.