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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
UT,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
Wings,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
The Associates,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.