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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Pole,
Kas Product,
MC5,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.