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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.