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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Crime,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.