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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.