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 Cape Verde 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.