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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
June of 44,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.