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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cowsills,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.