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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.