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 Burundi and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Pole,
Monolake,
Joey Negro,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.