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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Zapp,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.