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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Index,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.