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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.