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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wings to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Marmalade,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.