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 Namibia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich 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?
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Alphaville,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.