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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Symarip,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Outsiders,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.