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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Can,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
X-101,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.