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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Magma,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Hoover,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.