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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Cameo,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.