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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 theremin 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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.