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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.