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 India and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.