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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.