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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.