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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.