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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.