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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Television,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.