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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
The Associates,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Lalann,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.