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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Chic 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 The Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput 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?
The Angels of Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.