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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.