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 Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nico,
PIL,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.