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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 The Names to the grime 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.