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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Residents,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.