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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
UT,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.