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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.