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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Sandy B,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Little Man,
X-102,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
X-101,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.