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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.