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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.