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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.