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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
The Misunderstood,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.