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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.