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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Cymande to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.