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 Singapore and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.