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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.