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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.