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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
X-101,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.