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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.