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 France and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.