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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.