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 Australia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.