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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Shoche,
ABC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.