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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.