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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Suicide,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.