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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
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.