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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Soul II Soul,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.