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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.