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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Techniques to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.