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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.