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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
the Sonics,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.