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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Mars,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
DNA,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.