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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Techniques to the rap 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.