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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Jandek,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.