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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.