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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.