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 Syria 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Roxy Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.