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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Television,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.