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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.