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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 CMW to the funk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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 Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.