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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.