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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Babytalk,
Mars,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.