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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Quantec,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.