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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.