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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.