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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.