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 Montenegro and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
MDC,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.