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 Malawi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Symarip,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.