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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.