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 Maldives 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.