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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
The Angels of Light,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.