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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.