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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Lakeside,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.