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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Smog,
Unwound,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.