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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.