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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.