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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
FM Einheit,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.