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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.