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 France and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
The Names,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.