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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Grey Daturas to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
The Grass Roots,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.