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 Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 The American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.