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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.