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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
AZ,
Pole,
Monolake,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
Japan,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
Nico,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.