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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Enemy,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.