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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Sixth Finger,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Silicon Teens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.