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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.