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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.