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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.