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 Switzerland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.