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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the jazz 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.