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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.