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 Libya and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.