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 Libya and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gap Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.