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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
Drexciya,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Das Ding,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.