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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.