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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 UT to the rock 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Interpol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.