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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.