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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Audionom,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.