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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Can,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.