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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Interpol,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.