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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.