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 Mongolia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
MC5,
Malaria!,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.