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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.