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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.