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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
PIL,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Parry Music,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.