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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.