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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Zeros to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.