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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Lyres to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.