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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.