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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monolake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
The Slits,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.