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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 clarinet 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.