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 Guinea and from Spokane.
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 Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.