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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
New Age Steppers,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.