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 Liberia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.