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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Suburban Knight,
The Searchers,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
PIL,
Mars,
Cluster,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.