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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.