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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
Television Personalities,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.