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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
Lalann,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Cymande,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.