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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.