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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Slave,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.