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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.