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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.