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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.