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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.