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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Mars,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.