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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Can,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.