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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Slave,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Pagans,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.