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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.