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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.