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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 ABC to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.