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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
UT,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.