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 East Timor and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Delta 5 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
X-101,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.