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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smiths to the electroclash 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.