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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.