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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gories to the funk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
The Saints,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.