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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Stooges to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.