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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.