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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.