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 Albania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.