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 Spain 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.