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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Neu!,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.