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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.