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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Bowie 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Darondo,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.