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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.