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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.