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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.