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 Libya and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
UT,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.