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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.