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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.