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 Kazakhstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.