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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.