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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.