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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four 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?
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.