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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Ossler,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.