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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Gong,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.