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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.