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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.