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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 guitar 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 Slick Rick to the crunk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
New Order,
Moebius,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Television,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.