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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Index,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.