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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.