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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds 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?
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.