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 Micronesia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Radiohead,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June of 44,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.