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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.