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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the dance 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
David McCallum,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.