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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Darondo,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.