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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.