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 Belgium and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Anakelly,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.