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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
The Names,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.