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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Popol Vuh,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
Index,
Can,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.