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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Real Kids,
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.