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 Chile and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.