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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aural Exciters,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
The Index,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.