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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.