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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Wake to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.