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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.