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 Czech Republic and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.