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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Cure to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.