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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.