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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Pole,
Smog,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Reagan Youth,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.