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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.