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 Serbia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.