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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 Minny Pops to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Crooked Eye,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.