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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wake to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Funkadelic,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.