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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 New Age Steppers to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.