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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Crime,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.