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 Mozambique and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
the Human League,
ABC,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.