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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.