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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.