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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Q65,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.