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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.