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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
The Doors,
Skaos,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.