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 Colombia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
June Days,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
June of 44,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.