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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 The Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.