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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.