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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Red Krayola to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.