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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.