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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.