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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Little Man,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.