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 Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.