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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.