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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
John Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.