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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
the Association,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
The Slackers,
Franke,
The Motions,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.