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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sparks 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.