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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.