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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.