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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Mars,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.