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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.