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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.