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 Georgia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.