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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.