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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.