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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
MC5,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Yazoo,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.