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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
Can,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.