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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
MC5,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.