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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantaleimon,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.