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 St Lucia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.