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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Fear,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.