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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-101,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.