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 Peru and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.