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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
Television,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.