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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.