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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits 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?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.