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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.