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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Visage,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.