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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Pagans,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.