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 Venezuela and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.