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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.