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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Names,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.