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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Visage,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.