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 Kiribati and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.