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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Lalann,
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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.
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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.