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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.