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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.