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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
the Association,
Brick,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.