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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Little Man to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.