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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.