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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.