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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Index,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Jandek,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.