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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Crash Course in Science,
X-101,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.