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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.