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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 R.M.O. 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.