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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.