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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.