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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Deakin,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.