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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cowsills,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.