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 Uganda and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.