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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.