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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Japan,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.