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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.