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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.