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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.