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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.