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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
10cc,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.