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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.