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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.