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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Technova,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.