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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.