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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.