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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Easy Going,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Minor Threat,
Robert Görl,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.