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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Index,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Organ,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.