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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.