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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
June of 44,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Litter,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.