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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 One Last Wish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Model 500,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.