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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.