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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.