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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Nico,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.