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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.