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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Cymande to the rap 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.