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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ludus,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
UT,
Main Source,
Crime,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.