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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-Ray Spex,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.