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 Lesotho and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.