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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Motions,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.