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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Funky Four + One 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Scion,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.