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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Busters,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.