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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.