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 Ireland and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Skriet,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.