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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
The Grass Roots,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Japan,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
June Days,
Scion,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.