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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
The Evens,
The Names,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.