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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.