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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Index,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.