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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.