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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.