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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.