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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.