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 Armenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.