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 Manchester.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 PIL to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.