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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.