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 Cuba and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.