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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.