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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Swans to the disco 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Faust,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.