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 Ecuador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q65,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.