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 Fiji 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.