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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.