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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.