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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
Josef K,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
The Busters,
The Angels of Light,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.