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 Venezuela 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Ludus,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.