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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Franke,
The Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.