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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Faust,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.