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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
the Slits,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
MDC,
JFA,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.