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 Guyana 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.