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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Index 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Clear Light,
Visage,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.