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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.