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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Mars,
The Saints,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.