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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Ludus,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.