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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 guitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Brick,
EPMD,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
JFA,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.