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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drexciya,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.