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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 T. Rex to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Tom Boy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.