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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
June Days,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.