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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Excepter,
The Standells,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.