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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.