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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Ice-T,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.