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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.