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 Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 10cc to the crunk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
The Martian,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.