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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Visage,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.