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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.