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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
X-102,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.