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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Marshall Jefferson 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.