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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the funk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
cv313,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.