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 Dominica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
10cc,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.