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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brick,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.