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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Count Five to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.