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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.