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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.