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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Index,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.