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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Nico,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.