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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the grunge 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.