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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.