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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Crime,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.