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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Can,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.