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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.