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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The American Breed,
UT,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.