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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
UT,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Ronan,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.