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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 ABC to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slits,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.