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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echospace,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.