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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Franke to the rap 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.