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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 snare 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily 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?
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.