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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.