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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.