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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Hoover,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.