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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Chrome,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.