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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Misunderstood,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Symarip,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.