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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Can,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.