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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.