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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Q and Not U,
Hoover,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.