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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.