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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Big Daddy Kane 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.